When they entered the Ministry of Magic, wizards and witches ran across the Atrium, hollered and yelled. Papers and boxes threw onto the floor as the holder tripped and fell. The fireplace introduced workers to and away from the chaotic workplace.
Bill and George hastily moved through the crowd, entered the elevator and pressed for Level 1 of the Ministry. They were lucky to found an elevator absence of people. George released a deep breath. "Seem like the entire country was affected."
"Yeah," Bill agreed, flapped the front of his shirt to cool down. "Are you sure Kingsley will meet us?" Instead of answers, George gave a thumb-up and leaned against the wall. They had met at Diagon Valley, proposed by Bill, and the silence shocked Bill when he arrived. His brother relayed about the street, how most people had resided within their house and stores had closed. The eeriness of the street reminded Bill of the war; the loneliness that exuded when one explored the street.
When they entered the Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, Lee Jordan was reading the Daily Prophets as he sat behind the counter. The young man grinned when he saw George entered, and came and kissed him on the lip. George returned eagerly, hand twisted Lee's hair.
"I'm assuming you're an Omega, George?" he asked, avoiding the making-out between his brother and his friend.
"Yup!" George exclaimed. "He's my Alpha, as you explained, my dear brother." Lee looked confused at both of them.
"You adjusted to this much faster than any of us."
"Because my mate is my best friend," George countered. "Not a criminal. Are you alright, with Greyback as your mate?"
"It's difficult, sometimes, getting used to him being my mate. Or mine his," Bill remembered the few hours they spent together, neither sat together yet remained silent. Fenrir kept himself from touching Bill, even though he saw the wolf's hand inched closer to his. "Someday, though, maybe we could. For now, though, we need to plan what we should do about this event? Does anyone have any ideas?"
"Kingsley came moments ago," Lee interjected, "said how he needs you to come over. Some serious matter regarding mister and mistress Weasley's disappearing."
The elevator chimed, and the door opened to the symphony of voices said and yelled and hastily written. They navigated through the maze of workers and entered the Minister's room without knocking. Kingsley had his head laid on the desk, piles of papers surrounded the man, towered him. Locked the door, Bill called for the man.
"Nice to see you two arrived so soon, Bill, George," Kingsley greets them, shakes their hands. "Thing had gone crazy since this Alpha and Omega stuff."
"How do you know about that, Kingsley?" Bill asked, wondered who could have told the man of that information.
"Zabini," Kingsley answered curtly. "The man sauntered into my office, threw papers and books onto my desk, and ordered me to read all of it. Take me an entire night to finish the damn thing, and now the Ministry barely function with this sub-gender bullshit!"
They waited until the man calmed down. Bill had once listened to Kingsley's rant, which ran for three hours and tired and terrified those who stayed behind. Some of the workers had jokingly named Kingsley the second Molly Weasley. Bill shivered whenever someone called Kingsley as that, remembered their own mother and her excessive scolding.
"Where are our parents, Kingsley?" George asked. "You said you have information about them. What do you when you said they've disappeared?"
"Sit, please." Both of them sat, unable to hide their anxiety. Bill held George's hand, something he once does when life had yet complicated their life. When life had yet distracted them of the family, Bill would held their hand and soothed them of worries and pains. George glanced at him, smiled. "In short, your parent had disappeared from their home. I had sent some Aurors to search for both of them, but let's hope they decide to have a vacation and not involves themselves with a cult."
"What do you mean, a cult?" George asked incredulously. Bill stared at Kingsley, wondered what the Minster of Magic had drunk yesterday to spew nonsense. "Our mom and dad would never join something that dangerous or stupid!"
Kingsley sighed, the sound echoed of sorrow and distress, and pulled out a thick file. A sword hovered over their heart, waiting for the confirmation of the file itself. "We found the paper as we searched the house. Within your father's briefcase and your mother's wardrobe. The information of the papers, in short, described a process for a spell. We haven't figure its purpose yet, due to ..." Kingsley waved to the spots behind them. "Within those are also letters, between your father and one group whose existence was a mystery for us.
We are busy, Bill. So, we need you to read the entirety of the content then report to me your discovery. We will schedule to meet with Minerva for more information, while you do your job, and once we finish our tasks there will be a meeting about this issue. I'm not a religious man but, pray for whoever up there that your parents are innocent." Kingsley said his farewell and escorted both of them to the elevator. Neither he nor George said much during the trip back to home. Whatever conversation they had muddled till night, when he laid on the backyard's ground with his mate next to him.
"We'll never know what happens to your parent unless you read those papers," Fenrir whispered to him, finger rubbed his stomach. Bill sighed.
"I know. But ... we just don't want to. If our parents did involve with this mess -" "If they did, then I will kick their assess. You have to rest for tomorrow."
Bill smiled, held Fenrir's hand within his. Bill's hand was smaller than Fenrir's, he realized. Then he remembered something else.
"We should visit Percy first tomorrow," Bill said. Fenrir looked at him, confused. "Kingsley mentioned his name appeared on all the paper. I want to check on him, and asks the doctor for the spells he received. He's my brother, and he and our family haven't have the best relationship. I want to repair it." His mate grunted, then pulled him against his chest.
"Oh, and the entire world also had their Alpha and Omega traits locked!"
"Go to sleep, Bill Weasley!" Fenrir growled. Bill laughed loudly.
